Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Card Captor Sakura or any of the characters within. However, the story is original and completely mine come near it and I shall chop out your tongue…

Summary Recap: Sakura is a weekly columnist in Tokyo where her best friend, Tomoyo is her editor. Her life seems kind of normal until Tomoyo breaks the news that her next assignment for the newspaper is to travel to Hong Kong to see the annual Arts Festival. When Sakura arrives in Hong Kong with Tomoyo and her husband, Eriol, Sakura meets a strange guy who instantly dislikes her…

Learn to Love Again by Aymiahfayth

Chapter 3

The first day of the festival was about to begin and Sakura could hardly contain her glee. The flowers were all in bloom and the world was bustling with excitement. Jotting random notes in her notebook, Sakura tried her best to keep her mind on work instead of the delicious sweets rolling by in a cart.

Tomoyo was just as joyous, her video camera strapped in her hand as always, recording her mysterious husband and perky friend. "Okay, I vote we go to the vocal performances first!"

"I think that's a fabulous idea." Eriol exclaimed, and started to walk slowly in the direction of the parks stage. Sakura smiled and followed her friends happily, always enjoying a good performance.

The park was full of people, many already began setting their blankets down on the grass facing the wood stage. Taking a place in the middle of all the chaos, Eriol laid the blanket down while Tomoyo brought out the many delicious treats.

After five minutes of listening to Tomoyo and Eriol bickering before falling into sweet nothings, Sakura couldn't have been more grateful for the announcer to step on the stage. "Welcome to one of the many performances at the BEST Arts Festival!" The announcer was a skinny man, with barely a muscle to him, however, his voice boomed loudly over the quieting crowd. "Today, we have wonderful Hoseki, Miyami and her pianist and good friend, Li, Xiolang." A beautiful woman with luscious ebony locks and red lips, holding out her hand, another man walked out shortly after. They bowed.

Squinting hard the man, Sakura could hardly believe her eyes. "Cute huh!" Sakura turned hastily at Tomoyo, her cheeks reddening at the moment she realized how hard she was scrutinizing the pianist on stage. By now, he had sat down on the black grand piano, his fingers "tickling the ivories". Hoseki san started singing classically into the microphone to a nice ballad.

"Don't be silly. I know that guy…" Sakura said, hardly believing that this was the same guy from the night before.

"From where?" Tomoyo asked, unbelieving.

Tearing her eyes from the captivating sight, Sakura told the story from the night before, leaving out his abrupt ending. "How amazing! I wonder if we can meet him for dinner or something. It would be so nice to have a local show us around!" Tomoyo started making the "perfect" plan on how to meet the handsome piano player.

"What makes you think he'll want to trounce around with a couple of tourists. He has better things to do with his time." Sakura told to the unrelenting Tomoyo, who was completely ignoring her objections.

Tomoyo smiled and gave Sakura some chocolate, probably to keep her silent. "I bet he'll be back at the hotel tonight, if he's here for the festival, he'll probably be here all week! Oh, how exciting! You already have an in for your story…" Tomoyo rambled on about everything that was apparently going to happen, but Sakura ignored the rest, and instead just listened to the beautiful music. By now, the singer had moved on to a more upbeat song, and almost everyone around them had stood up, shaking their bodies and waving their hands.

Pulling a small, pink notebook from her purse, Sakura jotted notes down about the festival and the atmosphere that might be useful for her article.

On the last song, a solemn song about goodbyes, Tomoyo stood up and grabbed Sakura by the arm. "C'mon, we have worked to do!" She said happily. Heading towards the side of the wooden stage, Sakura dug her heels into the ground.

"We are not going back there!" She hissed.

"Oh yes we are, it's your job to get the inside scoop, and you can't do that if your just hanging out at the sidelines. Anyone can write about that." Forcing Sakura to go with her, Tomoyo pulled out her badge, Sakura wearily complied.

Security guards in the standard black suits and dark glasses, stood in front of the door, where dozens of other people stood by, waiting for a glance of the famous singer and pianist. Elbowing their way through, Tomoyo made it up to the guards and presented her badge. "Press." Her voice echoed professional and strict, completely different from the giggling Tomoyo of thirty seconds ago.

The security guard placed his beefy arm in front of Tomoyo, preventing her and Sakura from continuing on to the back. "Due to national security, we cannot allow anyone back stage without an actually backstage pass."

"Excuuuse me, but we just want to talk to the singer and her pianist. What does that have to do with National Security?" Tomoyo was clearly trying to intimidate the man, but nothing is very intimidating about Tomoyo unless you messed with her camera.

"Li Xiolang is the reason for the national security." He looked down on the two women with obvious annoyance.

Tugging Tomoyo's shirt, she tried to move her away from the staring faces, but she was determined to get back there. "And why would some local pianist have to do with the security of the nation of Hong Kong."

Suddenly, the security guard towered over the girls, Sakura felt suddenly extremely frightened. The crowd around them had packed off in a herd of whispers. "If you don't know who Li Xiolang is to Hong Kong, then maybe you shouldn't be here in the first place, reporter." His tone was scathing and sarcastic, Sakura knew they had done something to offend this man but couldn't figure out how important this man could really be.

Taking this as an obvious reason to leave, Sakura was finally able to convince the fuming Tomoyo to walk away from the scene, knowing that they had probably just made fools of themselves in front of just about everyone.

Eriol was standing where they had left him, the same infuriating smile on his face. Seeing the seething Tomoyo and the humiliated Sakura, Eriol said, "I'm guessing you didn't get in."

"Well, if someone would just explain to me NICELY, then maybe we could figure out why the hell this guy is so damn important!" Grring, Tomoyo grabbed her picnic basket and stomped away from the group.

"I'm thinking he's on the black list." Eriol stated, staring at his lovely wife's retreating back.

"I'm thinking this guy and the devil are on the same playing field right now!" Sakura laughed and headed off towards the car not wanting Tomoyo to have another reason to be angry.

Back at the hotel, Tomoyo and Eriol had decided to call it a night. Sakura went to the bar to get a little buzz before heading off to bed alone… Only a couple of people sat in the bar, silently drinking while the old radio played soft music in the background. Not the type of atmosphere one would expect, but Sakura was grateful, she had all the craziness one needed for the day.

The bartender got her a cold beer, of which she only sipped spontaneously. The television was on in the corner. Of course, it was muted, but something—or rather—someone, caught her eye. There, on the TV screen was the same pianist from the concert. His interview was from earlier, at the festival, but it was the same man. Sakura mightily wished she could hear what was said, but didn't want to disturb the quiet atmosphere.

"Find your story yet, reporter?" A husky tone voiced in her ear. Jumping a mile into the air, Sakura turned to find the same man that she has been seeing constantly since she's been here, Li Xiolang.

"Not yet, but I did get a chance to see my editor completely humiliated at your concert."

Laughing, the dark-haired man sat on the stool next to her. "So that was you, the naivety of national security."

Rolling her eyes at him, she turned away from him towards the bar, taking a large gulp from her beer. "Well excuse me if I'm not up on all the foreign politics, but like you know anything about Japanese politics."

Smiling coyly, Li Xiolang calmly listed off all the top power politicians in Japan. Wide-eyed, Sakura couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Lucky guess…" Sakura muttered into her mug.

"It wouldn't hurt to learn the current politics, especially if you plan on arguing with security guards again." Grabbing his jacket from the stool, Li Xiolang, started to walk away. "Catch you later, reporter." And with a wave of two fingers, he was gone, as quickly as he had come in.

Sighing, Sakura turned back to the bar, "Another glass please."

Author's Notes: Okay, so I lied, I didn't update on Friday, for like ever. But I have reasons. I went to Europe for a month and I planned on having this chapter out before I left but alas, I didn't finish it. So here it is. All nice and pretty! I promise to update more often.

So I decided to put more moments with Syaoran because I love him and he's mine! Actually, it just kind of worked out that way, but I liked how it worked, so I guess its okay. I actually know nothing about the politics of Hong Kong or Japan, seeing as I don't live there nor have I ever been there. So excuse the lack of knowledge on that part. I guess I could do research but hell, I have to go back to school in a couple of weeks, so lets let my brain rest a little before I have to go back to the hard, university life. Besides, it's my story and I'll write it how I want! Lol

Anywho, seeing as this was written with a huge period of time in between. If you have any questions, just ask. Otherwise, I shall bid you adieu.

Don't forget to comment! It helps give me motivation to write.